[ Ian would say that he knows his brother like the back of his hand, they've always been close. Lip is his confidant and rarely not there to back him up when he needs it; and in return Ian will do the same for him. But he's had a drink, maybe two and on his meds he has like, the worst alcohol tolerance so he's slightly impaired.

Only slightly. Honest.

Either way its enough that he doesn't notice the things that are off just yet. ]

That's a service uniform? Fuckin' rich people. [ He shakes his head, with a snort. ] Whoever owns this place has got to be loaded.

So you find anything out? Can't imagine anyone with this much cash would want a couple south side boys like us without a really good reason.